A/N: Happy [late] New Year! 2014!

I'm sorry that this chapter took so long to get out, but I finally mananged to sit down and right it. I hope I made up for it with ~6000 words!

Enjoy :)

Danny pushed his hair back out of his face and sighed as he kicked his covers off his legs and sat on the edge of his bed. He heaved as he tried to get up, but finally managed to get to his feet. "Okay," he announced, getting ready to change into his ghostly alter-ego. "Let's do this thing."

He suddenly felt the pressure of his two friends pushing onto his shoulders and knocking back down onto the bed. He lifted his head up to meet their gaze, and glared. "What was that for?" He couldn't believe them. Didn't they know how hard it was for him to get up?

"Where do you think you're going?" Sam asked, answering his question with a question. His response was to just roll his eyes and scoff at her stubbornness. "Hello?!" he told her, clearly exasperated. "I have, like, ten ghosts to hunt down!"

"Not in that state, you don't," she ordered him. He was just about to protest but when he opened his mouth to yell back at her, Tucker's voice filled the room:

"Dude, do you really think you can hunt down any ghosts? Like this, I think the Box Ghost could take you."

Danny rolled his eyes again at his two ridiculous friends. "If I don't handle this then who will?"

Tucker and Sam blinked, looked at each other, then looked back at Danny. "Well, we could," Tucker offered gently.

Danny was going to argue, but Sam beat him to it.

"Don't you dare say that we can't handle it because in the past when you were unable to help, we've done just fine," she commanded, her eyes narrowing. Danny knew he had to give her that one, but this was way too many ghosts. He knew it was way out of their league. And if anything happened to them, he would never forgive himself.

"It's two dangerous. I've never even fought ten ghosts in a single day," he argued.

"You said the hardest ghost was Skulker, right?" Sam questioned him. Danny thought for only a moment, doing a quick count down of the ghosts in the thermos. He only had to think of who he'd fought for the past week. Seeing as his thermos emptying day was usually Friday, he had the entire week's ghosts in there. Key word for him: had.

Danny looked up to meet his two friend's stare, and they both realized his expression had softened. It was clear the sudden burst of energy from standing up had wiped away and he was tired. So very tired.

"Do you want me to make you a list to go off of?" Danny asked.

Tucker responded by pulling out his PDA to record the list, so Danny continued.

"Okay, so Skulker was in there and so was Technus. Those were the two hardest, but they're also the smartest. They wouldn't hang around here; they prefer to organize their attacks, so I wouldn't bother looking for them. Box Ghost was in there too, but he shouldn't be too much of a problem. Oh, I saw Dora Monday night, so she's out there now. Lunch Lady came up to me and picked a fight Tuesday – though I don't know if I'd let Sam deal with her," he recommended. The two had never gotten along very well. "I saw Kitty this week, but she probably went back to the ghost zone so she could be with Johnny… I feel like that's it – other than those few globs you see every now and then, but I don't think that will be hard to deal with." Sam and Tucker gave a curt nod of understanding and turned to go, allowing Danny to crawl back into bed.

"Wait!" Danny yelled after them. They turned before exiting to look at him. "Just… be really careful, okay? Go downstairs and take a bunch of ghost weapons – especially a thermos – and just be on guard at all times, please?"

Sam's angry expression finally softened and she smiled gently at the young ghost boy. How had she been so dumb? He wasn't being so stubborn because he didn't believe that they could handle themselves, he was just being protective, scared that the two would get badly hurt. He always had been a very protective person. "We'll be fine," she assured, and pushed Tucker and herself out of the door.

Once the door had shut behind her, she turned to Tucker and they both began running towards the stair case at the end of their friend's hall. Once they reached the end of the stairs, they ran from the living room to the kitchen and headed down the stairs that entered the Fenton's lab.

"So what do you think we'll need?" Tucker pondered as he looked around the open lab. Sam first grabbed another Fenton thermos that was laying on a counter, and clipped it to her belt. "Definitely this," she decided.

Tucker agreed and noticed something tucked away in the far corner of the lab that he thought might help them. "Look!" he exclaimed. "Specter deflectors! This will help." Sam agreed and they both clipped the belts around their waists, making sure to lock the bands into place. Tucker placed the key inside his pocket and the two continued their search for any weapons.

"Hey look! Fenton wrist rays! Gosh, I love these things," Sam announced as she picked two up and handed Tucker one of them.

"And a bazooka," Tucker noted and picked up a large gun. "That'll do. Do we need anything else?"

Sam did a quick scan around the room, but agreed with Tucker that they didn't really need any more.

"That should be good… So where do we begin?" Sam asked.

Tucker shrugged.

Sam did the same so she said, "We can start with checking your PDA for any abnormally high ecto-levels around the city. Once we're done with that, we can just drive around and search for all green things that float. And remember: the less we fight the better."

Tucker nodded and they both began ascending the stairs back into the Fenton's kitchen then ran outside the house until they reached Sam's car, which was parked right outside.

Once inside, Tucker announced from the passenger's seat as he tapped away at his PDA, "Locating ecto-energy levels around the city. Let's start with… the park."

"Roger that," Sam said, and started driving towards Amity Park's park.

…

Math class literally flew by for Kim. She did pay attention, even wrote down a few notes, but that was it. Something here and there about systems, inequalities, but her mind was elsewhere. She really wanted to get back to her friends. She couldn't help but wonder if they had been thinking about her as much as she had thought about them. She'd never gone without a single friend. She'd known Ron for so long, she couldn't remember how she did anything without him.

At least she wouldn't have to anymore. As soon as this dumb mission was over she'd be back at Middleton, completely submerged in her small city where she was completely comfortable. Back there, she was a cheerleader, moderately popular, and happy with her two friends. Here, she was lucky if the few friends she had even thought twice about her, and she stuck with being the worst of the losers. It's just a mission, she repeatedly reminded herself. It would all be over soon…

Speaking of being over soon, Kim was immediately ripped from her day dream when she realized that the bell had rung and she had one more class to get to. Quickly packing her things, she raced to the door and headed to Physics B.

…

"First target spotted," Tucker announced in a hushed tone as he played spy with his friend.

"Target is moving East… let's drive," Sam played along, adding to the suspense.

"Do you have the thermos ready?" Sam asked, suddenly serious.

Tucker picked it up and uncapped it, signaling to his friend he was indeed ready.

"Alright, Tucker, you have one shot at this," she instructed and drove by the green, unformed blob. Tucker rolled down his window, and at the appropriate time held down the switch on the side of the thermos so the prism of light would emerge from the end. The glob of ectoplasm had no idea what was happening until he was safely inside the thermos and Tucker had already capped it.

"First one down," he cheered and recorded the defeat on his PDA, then began looking for the next place that ecto-energy levels seemed unusually high. He squinted at the small screen, and realized the highest levels were at the Nasty Burger.

"Next area: Nasty Burger," he told Sam. She smiled mischievously, quite excited with this spy-play they were doing. If she'd known ghost hunting with Tucker was so much fun, she'd never fight ghosts with Danny again, who was always rather serious about that sort of thing.

"Let's go," she said, and instantly swerved to the right to turn around and head towards their favorite fast food joint.

Finally, after a few swerved turns Sam made, refusing to slow down, they came across the greasy, smelly place that was so loved within their small town. Only it now had an odd green cloud swirling on top of it, and Sam immediately pulled into the parking lot, allowing both her and Tucker to emerge from the car and get a better look at the ghostly cloud.

On the roof of the Nasty Burger, and the one that seemed to be controlling the ecto-mess, the Lunch Lady Ghost stood – uh, floated, rather – and laughed maniacally.

"The menu is a permanent arrangement! Not unlike you're death!" she cackled, and immediately Sam and Tucker's eyes drew towards the friendly manager of the Nasty Burger, Mike, who was cowered in a fetal position at the entrance of the restaurant.

Suddenly, a mound of meat and other assorted foods that the Nasty Burger menu contained began hurling towards the young manager, and Sam and Tucker knew something needed to be done.

"Not on my watch!" Sam shouted and ran in front of poor Mike, shielding him from the attack. She immediately used the Fenton wrist ray against the Lunch Lady Ghost, and her red eyes flared in anger.

"You again!"

She began to hurl more and more Nasty Burgers at Sam, but Tucker was quicker. He jumped in front of her and bazooka-ed the ghost, allowing Sam to suck her into the thermos while she was weakened.

After the beam of light vanished within the thermos, which now held two ghosts, Sam clasped the top, and high fived Tucker in their second, but slightly more challenging, win.

"Where to next?" Sam turned towards Tucker.

Tucker looked at his PDA as he and Sam headed towards her car.

"It looks like the corner of 3rd and Bernard…" Tucker answered, not sure why that area held much importance.

Sam knew exactly what that was, "The old warehouse."

"Box ghost," they both agreed and Sam started her car, ready to race to the other end of town.

Once a few more swerves and turns were passed, Sam finally reached the corner of 2nd and Bernard. "Keep your eyes peeled," she warned Tucker as she steadily drove down the last block.

"Beware," they both suddenly heard, and a short blue creature began flying towards them carrying a large box in his hands over his head, looking ready to throw it. Again, the two ghost hunters were quicker. Tucker jumped out the car and shot him with the wrist ray while Sam drew him into the thermos.

"Whew," Tucker blew out. "Already three down. I don't know why this gives Danny so much trouble. It's not that bad."

He wasn't saying that after 4 more ectoplasmic globs, balls, and gloops obstructed their path.

Finally, after officially locking 7 ghosts into the thermos, Sam and Tucker, completely wiped out, relaxed a moment in Sam's car.

"I take it back. It's not easy," Tucker sighed.

"I wonder which is better: quantity or quality," Sam pondered.

"What?" Tucker questioned.

Sam elaborated, "Well we're only so tired because of how many ghosts we've seen. None have put up any fight. So I wonder if Danny prefers fighting 20 unformed, powerless blobs or 2 difficult enemies."

"Does it matter?" Tucker rolled his eyes.

"Just wondering," Sam offered as her answer.

"Well when we're finished with this, you're welcome to ask him," Tucker told her sarcastically.

Furrowing her eyebrows in irritation, Sam turned on her car and said, "Break over. Where are we heading to?"

Tucker began punching his fingers around his PDA and finally turned to her, with a confused look, "The school."

"Which ghost is that supposed to be?" Sam asked, referring to the list he wrote down from Danny.

"Dora," he answered once he glanced at his PDA.

Sam groaned. Although the ghost was dangerous and evil, she always felt bad for locking her in the ghost zone to face the wrath of her brother. Still, if she wouldn't cause so much trouble, it wouldn't be necessary.

…

Kim glanced up at the clock during physics.

2:58

Two minutes. Two minutes until this horridly long Friday was finally over with. Two minutes until she could go home and rest. Two minutes until she didn't have to see any of the people in this backwards town. Two minutes where she could finally just have some time for herself and her TV.

2:59

Almost there… the seconds' hand that ticked around the clock just needed to keep moving. Although it seemed to be doing so agonizingly slow. With every tick and tock the clock emitted, Kim cringed. She could hear the end of the day bell ringing in her ears; she could feel herself stand up and race out of the science room. Just a few more seconds now…

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Dddrrriiinnnggg

Kim folded her binder, threw it into her backpack, and raced out the door, proudly being the first one to emerge from the classroom. Speed walking down the hallway, she finally found her way to her locker and quickly spun the lock a few times to open it. She threw a few books in and took a few out, and closed it again, ready to head home and get a good start to this weekend.

Once outside the school, she heard an odd sound coming from the courtyard. She turned her attention to it, and noticed a young girl, just about her age, weeping on the ground. She sat on her knees crouched in a sort of fetal position. Kim walked over to the strange girl, shaking with every tear that streamed from her eyes.

"Hey there. Are you okay?" Kim asked as she approached the girl.

Her response was to quiver a little more, but Kim continued to get closer to her. Now that she was only three feet away, she could see the girl, who kneeled with her face away from Kim, was doing more than crying; she was downright sobbing. Never being much of the comforter, Kim tried her best.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked sincerely.

With every quiver and shake, the girl's long blonde braid rattled down her back. The braid hung in a straight line down the girl's backbone, and it seemed to be more twisted than braided. It almost looked like a long, blonde rope, tied off with a light blue tie. Her head was banded in the same color headband that she wore across her forehead.

Kim silently rolled her eyes. Hipster, she sighed.

It was then that Kim really took in her appearance. Despite the girl's blonde hair and awkwardly placed headband, she seemed to be dressed a little too formal for school. The girl had a long sleeve shirt on, with sleeves that hung in a flared way at the end, towards the wrist. She wore a sleeveless light purple dress that was belted with a lime green belt on top. Her shoes appeared simple and flat, matching the color of her dress. Oddly, she seemed a little dated and not quite with the time.

"Just remember to stay positive," Kim offered, done with her observation of the funny girl.

Finally the girl seemed to stop quivering, and Kim silently cheered to herself. It appeared she'd gotten through to her.

"Stay positive?" the girl asked. Kim now realized she had an English accent, only not very Britain-like. It certainly sounded much different than most British people she heard today. Perhaps she was from Ireland or Scotland, resulting in a different accent than what Kim was used to.

"Yea! Things will always turn around for you," she smiled, and the girl abruptly turned around at that statement. The sight she saw was certainly not one that Kim had expected.

The girl turned around, her stunning red eyes glaring furiously at Kim – and here she was thinking she was helping. The girl's lipstick was a weird deathly blue, and there was a gold chain wrapped around her neck with a stunning pendant that hung just below her collar bone with a glowing green gem inside the gold chamber attached to the necklace. However strange it was, Kim had to admit that the necklace was truly elegant and beautiful.

Although the girl did seem rather off in all these ways, the real stunning thing was the girl's complexion. She was very pale, but had an odd green aura to her, not so much in a sickly way, but more in a…

Ghostly way.

Suddenly the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together on their own, and Kim suddenly realized she was face to face with a ghost; a ghost that was not the dangerous Phantom boy, but nonetheless a ghost. Now, she had to decide how bad this ghost was. She didn't appear to be that mean. In fact, Kim had mistaken her for a gentle, young girl in tears. Maybe she wasn't dangerous after all.

"Is this turned around enough for you?" the girl retorted through gritted teeth.

Kim didn't need any other clarification than that, and she was about to excuse herself away from the girl, but was frozen, when she suddenly started… changing.

She appeared to pulse, growing larger and larger with every beat. Kim swore she only blinked, but when her eyes opened, she was standing face to face with a gigantic blue and green dragon.

Kim didn't think for another second, and began to run. Come on suit, she begged, knowing she couldn't outrun her for long, and needed a better escape. She ran away from the school, circling it with her strides, but finally began to feel the suit spread across her body. She jumped behind a tree to safely change so no one at the high school could see the suit consume her. The suit's odd material began to make its way over her shirt and pants, then latch together in the middle. It traveled down her arms to wrap around each small finger before encasing her feet and toes as well. She felt the light cloth spread over and around her body, and soon her entire world became blue, like a sapphire held up to the sunrise.

Once she felt the Plexiglas click into place around her head, she pushed herself off the ground, and began to fly upwards, to get up and away, making sure not to look down.

But then curiosity got the best of her, and she stole a quick glance back at the ground, to make sure the she wasn't being followed. After looking, she'd wished she hadn't. She witnessed the same dragon-like ghost now no longer facing Kim, but turning her attention onto two other people.

Kim knew she couldn't leave the two to suffer the wrath of the ghost when she could do something, so she immediately changed her direction and began to head towards the fight going down.

It was when she got closer that she noticed something astounding. The two kids she saw fighting the ghost were none other than her friends: Sam and Tucker. Oddly, Danny wasn't with them. Only she couldn't ponder on that for long; it would appear that in the fight, Sam and Tucker weren't the ones winning.

The dragon had Tucker pinned against the tree, while she held Sam in one hand. She roared and growled, but Tucker's frightful screams were heard over the flames.

Kim, acting on impulse, immediately pushed a button on her suit, and an almost miniscule laser appeared on her arm. She aimed it at the back of the ghost's neck, and pressed down.

A large squirt of ectoplasm emerged from the laser, and it struck the ghost exactly where she needed it to. The shot shocked her so greatly that the ghost immediately dropped Sam, who quickly crawled her way to Tucker.

All three pairs of eyes – one soft brown, one dark purple, and one fiery red – all glared at the suited figure. Kim gulped. Staying under the radar was no longer much of an option.

Not giving the dragon ghost time to react, Kim immediately pulled out the laser gun that Mr. Fenton had given her from her suit, and shot it at the ghost. It caused a glob of ectoplasm to wrap around her snout, but with her fiery breath, the ectoplasm quickly burnt away.

Kim, luckily, was not out of ideas. She quickly flew around the ghost, while the dragon strained its neck to look at her, and as she changed her position, Kim released a similar, ecto-twine she had Phantom encased in earlier; a neat invention she only had the mayor to thank for. The twine latched onto the ghost, and without knowing what had happened, Kim circled the girl and trapped her like a mummy with the thick rope that could endure any ectoplasm.

While she unlatched the rope from herself, Kim observed her final work. The ghost would not be able to get out of that for a while. Of course, the question now was what to do with the ghost that caused so much trouble in such a short time. Kim knew that if she went back down to her smaller size, she could figure out how to transport her, but as this vicious monster, she had no idea what to do.

Then suddenly a beam of light flashed in Kim's direction, and, yet again, Kim swore she closed her eyes for half a second to save them from the blinding light, but when she opened them the ghost was gone. She looked around, and noticed her friend Sam holding a smoking thermos.

…

Sam clasped the cap onto the thermos, without taking her eyes off the girl. Could it be? Was this the girl that Danny had fought not seven hours earlier? Sam couldn't help but think that today was her lucky day.

Hoping to learn something about her, Sam asked, not only intrigued but also wanting to help Danny, "Who are you?"

In response, the girl immediately pushed off the ground and was out of sight in a matter of seconds. Danny was right: she did seem to disappear.

"Was that—" Tucker began.

"I think so…" Sam pondered. She figured she would just have to think about it later, and turned to Tucker.

"Come on," she instructed. "Let's see if we have any more ghosts to catch." With that, Tucker immediately began to work away at his PDA.

…

Kim finally managed to get away from her two friends, and was able to allow her suit shrink back to the size of her underwear, making Kim appear like a completely normal girl. She began to walk towards her apartment, just wanting to get away, but her mind kept getting drawn back to her friends.

Sam and Tucker had gotten themselves into quite a lot of trouble with that weird ghost dragon. Who knows what could've happened if Kim hadn't been there? She was just grateful she was able to help them. It reminded her of her old, much shorter, missions, most commonly with Drakken and Shego.

Of course, Kim now knew that the two weren't with Danny. She had a gnawing idea that the three plainly ditched school. Although, she thought, Jazz did say Danny was sick…

She immediately began wondering whether or not he was okay. She wondered how he was feeling, and whether he would be at school on Monday. She considered the little facts she knew about him:

He was at school that morning

He left sometime throughout the day, and it was still unclear whether he had actually gone to English

Jazz believed he was still home, sick

Kim stopped walking for a second, and came to a halt. Based on what she knew, she made the executive decision that Danny was home, sick. This realization came with a biting urge to visit the sick friend of hers.

Kim, of course, didn't get sick. It just didn't happen.

…but that one time she had, it felt really nice to have Ron there with her…

Now that she knew Sam and Tucker hadn't been there all day, she felt the need to visit him, see if he was feeling well, and tell him what he missed that day in school.

She swiveled on her heels, and began walking the opposite direction of her shabby apartment, towards the peculiar house of Daniel Fenton.

…

Danny was shaken awake with a soft knock.

"C-come in," he muffled as he sat up.

Jazz immediately stepped through the doorway, and softly closed the door behind her.

"How are you feeling?" she asked genuinely.

"Better than earlier," Danny smiled, not wanting her to know that he was in a lot of pain.

"That's good. I'm glad Sam's made you rest all day."

Danny paused. "How did you know Tucker didn't?"

Jazz's sarcastic look was enough to cause both herself and Danny to burst into a fit of laughter, simply at the idea of Tucker ordering Danny to recover, without the back up of a certain, intimidating Goth girl.

Surprisingly, Danny didn't need to clench his gut with the laughter. His abdomen was shaking and yet it gave him no pain. This made him smile wider, knowing he'd be up and moving no later than tomorrow.

Jazz opened her mouth to talk, but suddenly both their attention was drawn to a very small knock from the front door. Danny stared quizzically at his sister. "Who could that be?" he asked.

Jazz shifted uncomfortably, and stuttered, "Uh, who knows? I'll get it!" She raced out the room and down the hall, looping around the stairs, until she reached the front door. The first thing Jazz saw was a pony tail of ginger – with a blonde hue – hair swing in her direction, having whipped her head around, and a bright smile planted on the ruddy face of Kim Wate.

"Kim!" Jazz exclaimed excitedly, just knowing it would be her on the other end of the door.

"Hey Jazz, I just wanted to come check on Danny," she smiled back. Jazz inwardly cheered. Her plot had worked! She had told Kim of Danny being sick, and just like she figured, Kim would come running to check on him. She could practically see the love blossoming between the two, and she was never wrong. "I remember you said, he didn't feel well, and I thought he could use a good cheering up," she continued.

"Of course," Jazz beamed, and stepped aside, allowing Kim to enter. "I'm sure he'll love your company. It's right up the stairs, second door on the right," she instructed, and Kim thanked her right before heading up the wooden staircase, and looking for Danny's room.

When she found herself facing the second door on the right, she gently knocked, and pushed open the door. Danny lay in his bed, and casually looked up, but shook a little when he locked his baby blue eyes with Kim's sage green orbs.

"Kim," he noticed, very shocked. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

Kim shrugged, "You're sister told me you weren't feeling well, so I thought I'd drop by. You know, see how you're doing and stuff."

She paused for a moment, than asked, "So, how are you feeling?"

Danny smiled at the kind thought his new friend had given him, and told her, "A lot better actually. I think I'll be back at school Monday."

"That's great," Kim smiled. "You wouldn't want to get too behind in your classes."

"Oh yeah, how much did I miss today? Can you do a quick rundown – of the classes we have together at least?"

Kim nodded, and began to think. She had missed most of English so she skipped that and started with US History.

"Let's see, in U.S., we just went over the homework and got assigned a research topic. You'll have to check with Mr. Lancer on that one. We just took the usual notes in Physics, and…" Kim realized she'd have to mention English, so she told Danny what she figured they must have done. "Then in English, we just read a little more of Huck Finn."

Danny nodded, reminding himself that he still needed to get what he missed in Math and Spanish, but knew that would just have to be done on Monday. Still, it sounded like he picked the perfect day to miss. His schedule seemed lighter than usual.

"So how was the rest of your day at school?" Danny asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

"It was nice. A little lonesome, but nice," she shrugged. Suddenly it dawned on Danny that she had been by herself all day. He could've slapped himself.

"Yea, I'm sorry about that. I'll be at school Monday," he promised.

Kim laughed lightly, "So not the drama. It was just a Friday. Not much special about it," she lied. Today had been a very special Friday, actually. She had gotten to use her suit twice today. Speaking of which, she wondered if she should tell Danny his two friends were having ghost trouble. Of course, if she told him, he'd wonder what had happened. Then what if they told him, and asked where Kim was that she saw it? It was best for him to find out another way.

"What have you done all day?" Kim asked, making sure silence never got the chance to consume between the two.

"Just laid here, really. I thought about going down stairs to watch TV, but I couldn't get out of bed," he sighed.

"Do you want some help? I can help you down the stairs and everything."

Danny seemed surprised by the offer, and stared quizzically at Kim, as if silently questioning whether or not he was serious.

"Come on! Get some new surroundings, you know? It'll be good for you!" Kim piped, as she jumped up, ready to support Danny. "Plus the Twilight Zone is coming on for a marathon that ends at 3 am," she added. Danny paused in his denial, and looked at her.

"You watch the Twilight Zone?" he asked in disbelief.

Kim beamed. "Watch it? I live for it! So come on, let's get you downstairs."

That finally seemed to get through to Danny, so he pushed his covers off his legs, and tried to sit up on the side of his bed. "Just give me a minute," Danny asked of Kim, who nodded, and stepped back to give him room.

He really didn't want to ask for help from a girl as small as Kim. How much more humiliating could you get?

Finally Danny counted to three, working himself up to the pain that was sure to follow, and pushed off his legs, supporting himself with his hands. Once to his feet, he let out the breath he had been holding, and smiled at Kim. "Hard part's over, right?"

"Not exactly…" Kim answered thinking of the stairs. Danny slumped, and slowly walked out of the room, agonizing nerve signals transmitting to his brain with every shift of weight.

When he made it to the door, Kim opened it for him, and he eased his way through the threshold, almost running into a sprinting girl.

"Danny," the girl breathed. Her short black hair falling down her forehead with the sweat she had running down her face. A small black boy came running behind her, a little more out of breath, although he was running slower. He approached the black haired boy, and asked him, confused, "What are you doing out of bed?"

Suddenly Sam and Tucker's eyes widened when Kim stepped through Danny's room, and shut the door behind herself. "Hey guys," she smiled, already knowing they were there by the sounds of their voices.

"Kim?" Tucker gawked.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Sam asked her, just very confused and curious.

"I talked to Jazz at school today, and she said Danny wasn't feeling well. I wanted to check on him," she admitted.

"That's right I did," came a voice from behind. Jazz walked up to the group of juniors, and immediately began talking to her little brother. "Danny," she began. "I just talked to mom on the phone. She and Dad are held up at some meeting, and won't be home till late. I'm going to the library for a while. You'll be okay on your own?"

Danny rolled his eyes, and answered, his voice heavy with mock and sarcasm, "No Jazz, I need you to spoon feed me for dinner. I'll be fine." He then glance around, and smiled at the three people standing around him. "And I'm not alone," he added, with a goofy smile that all three people returned.

"Well stay out of trouble," she warned with a smile of her own, and walked down the hall, back to the stairs.

"Anyways, what were you guys up to before we came?" Tucker asked Kim and Danny. The latter answered first.

"Kim convinced me to get out of my room, and since I was feeling better, I decided to."

"Where were you guys going?" Sam asked next, offering Kim her turn to answer.

"The Twilight Zone is having a marathon starting in a bit. We were heading downstairs to watch it," Kim told the two new comers, who both nodded.

"Well, what are we waiting for? I love the Midnight Zone!" Tucker said, enthusiastically.

"Twilight Zone!" Danny, Sam, and Kim all corrected.

"Twilight! As in vampires?!" Tucker asked in an exasperated tone.

The three experienced people rolled their eyes, so he figured he'd have to see it for himself. If it was so popular, it must be good, right?

Tucker decided to help Danny, so Kim and Sam made their way down the stairs first, and got some popcorn for the marathon.

While they were the only ones in the hallway, Tucker looked skeptically at Danny, and asked, "So… what did you and Kim do?"

"What?" Danny asked, confused.

"What did you and Kim do in your room?" he clarified, making the pieces snap together for Danny. If he'd been stronger, he would've punched him.

"Shut up, Tucker. We're friends remember?" he said, annoyed.

Tucker laughed off his tone, and added, "But you're not happy with that are you?"

Danny decided not to answer, although Tucker realized he had gotten a little red in the face from the question.

By the time that the two boys had made their way down the stairs, Kim and Sam were done with the popcorn, so they sat on Danny's long couch, getting comfortable for the marathon.

It was only 4:30, but with no more ghost hunting to do, they all enjoyed the nice break and chance of relaxation; and although Kim had intended to be by herself while she watched the marathon, she was even happier to have her three, great friends by her side.

A/N:Whew!

That had to have been the longest day ever, right? I apologize for spreading one day over four chapters, but the ideas just kept coming! I had no other choice, I swear! :P

Anyways, how did you like it? Remember to review your answer :P